by Rebecca Pond
“I think that is an excellent idea. A girls’ day out shopping sounds like a plan to me.” Emma hugged her friend, “Why don’t you come over tomorrow and we can go.”
“That sounds good to me. Get on home before the storm starts to unleash its fury.” Emma ran across the yards that separated the two tree homes. When she made it to the porch and opened the door she looked back to Avery’s house. Standing in the doorway, Avery must have kept an eye on Emma to make sure that she made it home alright. She never really had a girlfriend before besides Beth, and that relationship was more of a mother-daughter one. She looked forward to getting to know Avery and maybe even Gracie. She did know that laughing with Avery sure did feel good. She waved over at Avery before she shut the door behind her. She was so happy she had two friends now.
Chapter 15
After working in the prison camp for five weeks now, Lars decided he had had enough of the grueling hard labor he was forced to work every day. The twelve hour shifts that he spent digging through massive rock that lined the walls of the dark cavern was a back breaking task. And, even that wasn’t as difficult as it was to take the larger rock debris to the dumping pits and toss them over the side. He found it a bit upsetting that very little progress had been made in the development of the escape plan even though it was the only topic of conversation the group of men had every evening.
Every part of the plan was in place for the escape, except for escape craft. It was looking as if was going to be impossible for any one of them to befriend one of the Drylon guards in order to gain access to one of the starships on the landing pad. Zirlo was always trying to make conversation with the guards throughout the day, but very rarely got a response, and when he did it was usually, “shut up and work”. The Drylons were hard people to get through to.
Lars and Zirlo were making steady progress on a new line of gold that had been discovered the week before. Whenever a line of gold was found embedded in the rock, guards were stationed within viewing distance of the workers to ensure that none of the prisoners tried to steal any of the gold. But, what the guards didn’t realize was that small flakes of the gold would drift to the dirt floor intentionally. Then when the guards weren’t paying to close attention, Zirlo would stoop down as if picking up a tool and a gently pick up the flake on the tip of his finger and place it within a tiny slit he had made in the hem of his shirt. It really was an ingenious idea. For the past week they had managed to smuggle about an ounce of the precious metal into their clothing, and then transfer it to a small container that one of the women had stolen from the kitchens.
Zirlo had planned on using the stolen gold either to pay willing guard to help them escape, or as a form of payment to a Drylon soldier who would fly them to Theron or the nearest ally once they had escaped. Zirlo had every intention of collecting every flake of gold he could in order to help pay for the rebellion that was brewing among a faction of the Drylon citizens. He would do everything in his power to help make it happen as soon as he got off this rock.
The group was just finishing up the midday meal, when a new shift of guards came into the prison. Among them were a couple of new faces that none of the men had seen before, this gave them hope.
“Alright, let’s move it. Get back to work.” The first guard was regularly stationed in sector 6 in the prison camp, but the one standing next to him, watching the group pick up their bowls and utensils from the midday meal, was a new guard. Everyone in the group eyed Zirlo to see if he had noticed. Zirlo gave them a tiny shake of the head to acknowledge that this guard was definitely new. This meant that Zirlo would do his best while he worked to try to befriend the guard immediately. Zirlo really did have a way with people. He usually could strike up a conversation and sometimes get some of the guards to laugh at his jokes, but when it came down to following the Emperor’s instruction they were still loyal.
“I see you are a new recruit,” Zirlo said to the guard as he walked past him to return to his work area. “I hope you like standing on your feet all day.”
The new guard just stared at Zirlo with a blank face, like he didn’t know what to say.
“I’m Zirlo and this here is Lars.” He waved to Lars who was now chipping away at the rock around the gold that was shimmering in the dim light.
The first guard spoke to Zirlo, “You need to stop your useless chatter, Zirlo, and get to work. No one wants to hear your Theron chatter.” The guard nudged the new guard in the ribs and laughed.
“Awe, come on guys. It makes the shift go by so much faster when we chatter. It sure beats standing here in silence.” Zirlo baited the guard. “Nuy, you have been with us now for what a year? And you still won’t talk to us. Really Nuy, where are we going to go? Lighten up, why don’t you?” Zirlo was chuckling and shaking his head as he went back to work.
“Just get back to work, Zirlo,” Nuy said.
A couple of hours had passed by when Nuy’s communicator had gone off. All eyes focused on him as he spoke in the device that was strapped to his shoulder.
“I will be right there.” Nuy turned his attention to the new guard. “There’s a fight in quadrant five that I have to help break up. Can you handle these guys until I get back?”
“Sure not a problem,” the new guard said as he pointed his weapon at the working prisoners.
“I will return as soon as I can.” Nuy left the area at a run.
Lars and Zirlo both eyed up the new guard. Now was a perfect time to feel him out and see where he stood.
“What’s your name? Most of the guards will at least tell us their names,” Zirlo spoke as he worked on digging out a small pellet of the gold.
At first the new guard didn’t answer, but after a few minutes of silence he spoke his name, “Carel Fenwick.”
Zirlo stopped chipping the rock and faced the guard, “Carel?”
“Yes, my name is Carel.”
“Are you new to the prison or just been moved over here?”
“I have just been transferred to the prison. I requested to be transferred here.” Carel watched Zirlo suspiciously.
“Strange request I must say. Most guards want out of the prison. They say it’s too boring for them. No action.”
Carel continued to study Zirlo and vice versa. There was something different about this guard. Zirlo got an odd feeling when he looked the man in the eyes. He looked from the guard to Lars who was standing off to the side watching the scene unfold.
Carel smiled the said in a low voice, “Let’s just say, that I hope to see some action soon.”
Zirlo nodded his head as if he were agreeing with the new guy. Maybe it was a test or a trap that Gatton was playing at to see if there were any hints of rebellion among the people in the prison that were anxious to escape. Zirlo knew better than to fall for the bait so quickly. It would take some time to feel this guard out and see where his loyalties truly lied.
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“What do think about the new guard?” Lars asked Zirlo that evening after they were back in the sleeping area.
Zirlo was chewing on a piece of dried unidentifiable meat. “Truthfully? He’s our man.”
The group sitting around the low fire quieted down to listen to what Zirlo had to say. Their hopes had been high for so long that they were afraid to believe that a rebellion might not be that far off in the future.
“What are your plans then?” Hator asked the former commander.
“I am going to try to get him talking more and see if he is willing to help us. He appears to be our best option right now. None of the others guards have ever hinted to anything along the lines of what he did this afternoon. So, I am going to take it slow and see where we might end up. It might take me a little while to get a good grip on him but at least it’s a start.” Zirlo felt confident that Carel was their man. There was something about him that Zirlo sensed he could trust, but for now he was going to have bide his time and make sure that he didn’t get caught.
Chapter 16
“I thoug
ht that I specifically asked you to wait at Avery’s house until I came to get you.” Brylon was scolding Emma like a child for not listening to his instructions to the letter. “I was sure I made my intentions clear.”
Emma stood in the middle of the bedroom in her red Mickey Mouse pajama pants and a white tank top, arms folded across her chest. “Are you serious, Brylon?”
His voice held a hint of anger as he said to her, “I am serious about everything I say and do. I told you to remain at Avery’s and I expect you to follow my instructions.”
“Give me a freaking break. It’s like a hundred feet from door to door. The storm was moving in and I wanted to come home to take care of the rewas before I got stuck over there. You are making a big deal out of nothing Brylon.” She left him standing in the bedroom undressing while she went down to the kitchen to get something to eat. She had not eaten very much that day, and was paying for it now as her stomach growled loudly in protest.
In the kitchen, she was met with three little upturned faces. The rewas were just like dogs back on Earth, when they heard someone in the kitchen they miraculously appeared in an instant. “Ok girls, I see that a snack is in order for the three of you, too. How about a piece of larma, would you guys like that?” She spoke to her little pets as if they were going to answer her back. Opening the refrigerator, at least that’s what Emma called it, she reached in for the foiled wrapped larma she had eaten off earlier that morning. After closing the door she slid down the front of the door and sat down on the floor next to the rewas.
Emma loved to watch the rewas. It was so amazing to see these little creatures walk and run on two legs like a human, chattering among themselves in their own quiet language, use their hands the same as she did and have genuine facial expressions. Her favorite thing was when one of them smiled at her with a toothless grin, and three huge round eyes looking up at her. She would have a dozen more if Brylon would let her, but she didn’t dare ask him, especially now with the cranky mood he was in.
She broke off a piece of the larma then broke it again into three smaller pieces, handing a piece to each of the three rewas. They all took a bite of their larma at the same time, savoring the fresh creamy taste. The group of four sat there on the wooden floor for a few minutes of solitude until heavy footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. Emma rolled her eyes at the thought of Brylon coming back to shout out orders to her, and if she didn’t follow them in the correct order, he would chastise her as if she were a child. She had no idea what had suddenly changed with him.
“Emma?” He called from the foot of the stairs. “Emma?”
“What?”
The footsteps grew louder until Brylon’s face peered over the counter, looking down on her little picnic with the rewas on the floor.
“Why are you sitting on the floor?”
She looked up at him, “Umm…maybe because I feel like it. Is that a problem for you too?” She stuck another piece of larma into her mouth and chewed it.
He came around the side of the counter, “No, I was just asking. Can I join you?”
“Suit yourself. I don’t care.”
He sat his large body down on the floor across her. Hanna let out a small growl to let him know that he was intruding on their snack time. “Look you little fuzz ball. You are eating my food.” As he spoke to Hanna, she grinned at him with tiny mouth full of larma. “You’re lucky you are so cute. Come here.” He reached for Hanna as she continued to chew on her larma. “You four girls are going to cost me a fortune in larma.” Hanna sat comfortably in his hands as he looked at Emma who wasn’t looking at him.
“I am sorry for snapping at you.” He pet Hanna’s foot as he spoke. “I was just worried about your safety.”
She swallowed what she had in her mouth, “Brylon, Avery’s house is right across the street. I can’t get lost crossing the street.”
“I know, I am sorry, I didn’t want you to get caught out in the storm. The storms here on Theron are known to be violent.” A loud crash of thunder sounded right as he finished his statement. “You really do not want to be caught outside in one.”
Emma turned her head to glance out of the window, “What do you mean by violent?”
“I would say they would be equal to the stronger of the tropical storms on your planet. While we were in orbit behind your moon, I had a chance to study a few things about your planet. I have always been fascinated by the weather conditions and storms that happen here on Theron, so when I had some down time, before we started scouting for you, I would search for the weather conditions on your planet. It was very fascinating to see so many different weather patterns occurring at one time. Summers here on Theron are similar to the conditions of your planet but they vary less and are generally the same all over the planet, balmy and humid, except for storms of course.” As he spoke Nana had inched her way over to where he was sitting holding Hanna. She wanted some of his attention too. “The winters here can be rough at times, just like some of the storms. The one that is moving over us as we speak probably will not be too bad, but you still don’t want to be out in it if you don’t have to be.” The room grew darker as he spoke of the coming storm. “Why don’t we go sit on the sofa and watch the storm.” He stood up in one fluid movement and reached his hand down to her to help pull her up from the floor.
She was still angry with him but accepted the help off the floor anyway. Hanna, Panna and Nana skittered off in the direction of the windows with their pieces of larma. Brylon didn’t let go of her hand when she got to her feet. Instead he pulled her close to his chest and wrapped his arms around her. She stiffened for a brief moment, but there was no way she would be able to keep her distance from him for very long. The desire to touch him, to feel him was just too great for her to deny.
Brylon took her face in both his hands, “You are the most beautiful creature on Theron.” He lowered his face until his lips lightly touched her lips. The kiss started off so gentle, but soon became heated with want and desire. Emma moaned into his mouth as his tongue darted in to taste the sweet flavor of her kiss. His hands trailed down her back to grasp the soft cheeks of her ass in his hands. He pulled her closer until he could feel the swell of her breasts pressed firmly up against his chest. He wasn’t going to be able to wait to make it up the stairs to the bedroom to have his way with her. He wanted to be inside of her right now. The stairs were just too much of a hindrance to him at the moment. He released her mouth and whispered loudly into her ear, “I need to be inside you right now. I want to feel you wrapped around cock.”
He swung her up into his arms and went over to the sofa. He set her on the sofa and pushed her back so that her head lay on the cushioned armrest. His eyes never left hers as he quickly shed his clothing. He stood before her, now completely naked, and with a look of pure desire burning in his eyes. His cock jumped to attention when she slowly ran her tongue over her lips, wetting them as she bit her lower lip.
He knelt on the side of her as she lay on the sofa completely dressed. He was trying to control himself with every ounce of strength he had in his body. He wanted to savor her body. He wanted to make her come so hard that she would scream his name aloud.
He worked her pajama pants down off her hips, revealing the white lacey panties that she was wearing underneath. She raised her hips to help him in removing the clothing that stood in the way of them coming together. Her pants went flying across the room when he finally removed them. Brylon had left her panties on intentionally. His hand trailed up her leg to the inside of her thighs to the juncture between her legs. His fingers lightly glided over the material that covered her mound and hid the source of her heat. But, his hand didn’t linger there for long, it continued up and under the shirt she was wearing. He was surprised to feel that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the shirt like she usually did during the daytime. His other hand made use of itself by slowing pulling up the shirt, revealing her smooth skin inch by precious inch. His mouth placed small hot kisses on each inc
h of skin that was slowing being revealed to his eyes.
He could hear her breaths coming in short little gasps as he continued his trail of exploration up her torso. His hand struck gold when it felt the soft firm skin of her breast then the rose colored tight nipple that peaked at the top. He rolled the tight nipple between two of his rough fingers, causing her to let out a loud moan. His mouth had to taste her sweet flesh. He raised the shirt up until both mounds and nipples were in his view. He had teased one nipple until it looked as if it were begging him to put his mouth around it. He was only too happy to comply with her body’s silent plea. His tongue flicked the sensitive area of the nipple before he covered it with his lips. He continued to taunt and tease the other nipple with his hand as his mouth drove Emma to the desperate need to have him enter her now.
“Brylon…please…” she begged. She was withering from the heat now on the sofa. His touch had her skin on fire. She could feel her body prepare for him, becoming wet and slick, and soaking into her underwear. She had to have him inside her. She wanted to feel the sensation of his cock as it swelled right before he released his seed into her womb.
He raised his head and smiled down at her face that was filled with a raw passion. She was burning for him. He stood up next to her, giving her a full view of his fully erect cock and on the tip glistened a drop of pre-cum. He was starting to lose control. He stood at the end of the sofa, reached for her legs, and pulled her down towards him until her knees dangled just over the edge and her ass was on the cushioned arm rest.
She gave him a quizzical look as if to ask him what he was doing. But it didn’t take her long to figure out what he was going to do. He parted her legs wide then positioned himself between them with his cock pointing at the entrance of her sex. He grinned as he tucked one finger under the side of the lacey barrier and pulled it to the side. He could smell her musk of her scent emanate from her as he accessed her opening to see just how ready she was for him. In one swift thrust he was embedded all the way to her womb.